The car roared down the road on its way back the same way we had come from just earlier that day.
“Just focus on the road,” I advised Kyle. I was even having a little bit of trouble. Feeling the extra bulk on my arms, chest, legs, and package as I sat in the passenger seat was certainly hard to ignore. Especially with the light vibrations of the road shooting up through our bodies. I looked down at myself again. God. We must have each put on another 20 pounds since we left the house. I gave a quick flex, watching my biceps bunch up to the size of baseballs now. I placed my hands on my lap, my larger bulge lolling around in my shorts, looking like I was stuffing a salami down there.
“You were saying?” Kyle replied in an exaggerated tone as he glanced at me. He’s right. If we want to truly figure out what is going on, we need to keep our heads on straight before it’s too late. I put my hands at my side, trying to force it out of my head as our car neared our destination.
The car stopped. Must have dozed off again, I thought as I opened the car door. The fresh mountain air rushed in to meet me as I took it in the familiar environment. I stretched, feeling my tank top tightly rise up my body to the bottom of my 6-pack abs, reminding me that I had already put on 100 pounds in just a few hours. Even when putting my arms back down to my sides, the bottom of my stomach was visible.
My eyes shot over to Kyle. I felt my cock jump in my pants as I watched him get out of the car, his muscles rubbing against the edges of the door as he strained more than he needed to in the past. I closed my eyes tight, turning my head away as I felt my cock slowly slide against the fabric. Was that me growing? Getting hard? I don’t know. What I do know is, it is getting easier to lose control. Scattered rays of sunlight floated through the air, combing perfectly with the fog that lightly rolled across the environment. We walked back to where it all happened just earlier that day. I could feel my dick chubbing up at the thought of being back in this place. Something about it called to me. I could definitely tell that my bulge was starting to become pretty noticeable. And heavy.
“People have definitely been here since we were,” Kyle chimed in. He is right. Tire tracks lined the road. This made sense, however. It seems we arrived after all the buzz from the news trucks and first responders.
Not even two minutes after we left the car, I saw it. A massive crater. But just as the news had stated, nothing was there. Just the crater.
“Well, I guess we should take a closer look,” I suggested. Kyle and I leaned over the edge, climbing into the crater. It was pretty deep. It was easily more than triple the height of our heads and wider than an entire building. My hands felt a bit of a zap as I descended down the ledge, using the slanted walls of the crater to reach the bottom.
“Here, let me help you,” I told Kyle as I helped lower him down. I placed a hand underneath his thicker, juicy thighs as I felt the corded muscles shift around with exertion. Just the sheer thought of his muscles contorting and bursting out of his clothes made me horny beyond belief. I could feel the straps of my tank top heavily pushing against my shoulders as I helped him all the way down.
“Tim, careful buddy…” I snapped out of it.
“What?” I questioned back defensively.
“You were staring. And, well, you’re harder than a rock.” I looked down, gasping. He was right. My cock was fully hard, and definitely larger than it had ever been so far. It pushed straight out from me, nearly an entire foot, making an impossibly large tent in front of me. I gasped, adjusting it so it was supported by my waistband, sticking straight up. Even so, it sat higher than my belly button, coming up to the first row of abs. Since my tanktop didn’t even cover my waistband at this point, you could see an inch or two of my thickening shaft before the hem of my shirt covered my throbbing cockhead.
“Fuckk,” Kyle said erotically as he looked at my morphing form. “Let’s just keep moving.”
We walked down the dirt crater until we reached the bottom. The further down I walked, the harder I could feel myself getting. Every inch of my body wanted me to get even closer to the center. I could tell it was having an effect on Kyle too. Even he was erect beyond belief at this point. I could see the sleeves of his shirt straining against his bulging biceps. I knelt down, running my hand along the ground, looking for signs. But there was none. It just felt like..dirt. Not even a small trace of the meteorites remained. But..I did feel like I had to be here. A calling. To those who were present when the meteors fell that absorbed the wonderful chemical. I felt a certain energy radiating off the dirt as I dug my hands through it. I moaned, feeling my cock shoot a small load of pre against my deepening abs. Kyle looked down at me inquisitively, watching as I ran my hands through the dirt, almost as if I were trying to gather it.
“Actually… are we sure it’s such a good idea to be back here?” asked Kyle. I stood up, taking in the energy as I rolled my neck, feeling it coursing through my body. I groaned again as I felt my shirt grow tighter. I could feel his eyes staring at my thickening rod as it slid up towards the top of my abs.
“I think we should leave…” Kyle said worriedly, as I started feeling my body. My thoughts feel cloudy. I’ve never been this horny in my entire life. I closed my eyes, relishing the feeling as I felt his hand tug on mine, his voice muddled and distant as I leaned into the feeling. Kyle watched in lust-filled horror as he could physically see my muscles expand. Slowly, but still expanding all the same. My tank top grew tighter against my ballooning frame, the straps growing closer to their limit with each moment. The bottom of my shirt barely even covered my abs anymore, but held tightly enough to my body, that the only part of it that wasn’t touching me was the fabric that strapped around my swelling cock. But even so, behind my thick, veiny shaft, my 6-pack abs started to transform into an 8-pack.
The sides of my pecs were visible through the arm holes before, but now they were nearly exiting them entirely as they grew thicker and beefier with each passing moment, now larger than a dictionary each! I could also feel my shirt stretching along my back, the fabric increasingly stretching thinner as it started to struggle to contain me. My hands drifted up and down my body as I slowly rocked my hips back and forth. My shorts were getting pretty tight now as well. My balls had expanded so much that it looked like entire grapefruits were stuffed down there. The weight of them alone slightly pulled my shorts down, revealing more and more of my groin. My ass bulged out, a beyond-perfect bubble butt appearing as my thighs stretched the leg holes of my shorts to the limit. I had quickly gone from ripped to shredded. Easily rivaling the size of professional bodybuilders, with an endowment that was impossibly larger.
Even in Kyle’s rational mind, it was hard not to gain pleasure from such an awe-inducing visual. Just imagine watching your gay best friend balloon in front of you, slowly becoming the man of your dreams as he only wants more and more size. Even he could barely refrain from touching his own growing body as he felt his pleasure build up even more. His cock was practically slowly unraveling within the confines of his shorts as his own build grew even beefier. I slid my cock out from the cloth prison of my shirt it was confined to, wrapping my hands around its slick shaft. It was throbbing so hard I could hear my heartbeat in my ears as I watched it swell even larger.
I could feel my fingers slowly being forced apart as it thickened larger than my abs. I rubbed its swelling length up and down as my moans grew deeper as my vocal chords expanded. At this rate, I was beyond even the largest bodybuilder on Earth. I had to be over 400 pounds of pure, rippling muscle with one of the largest cocks on the planet to match. I felt the yanks on my arm grow stronger as a growing Kyle tried to pull me away, his body expanding at a rapid rate now as well. His shorts became so bloated that tiny tears were starting to form across his legs. Between his cock, balls, thighs, and ass, the bulge was so extreme that it looked like an air hose had been pumped into a sealed space. But all the excessive force he was using trying to pull me away was having an effect. The exertion on his upper body was coinciding with his lust, growing him faster. His shirt filled out to the max as his feet dug into the ground, yanking me with all his might. All his feet did was activate the dormant chemicals that lied within our bloodstreams, only quickening the pace at which we grew.
I continued stroking myself, my cares melting away as I became obsessed with my growing body. I never wanted to stop. I liked the feeling of my clothes stretching so tight they started to tear. I liked the feeling of my cock rising up into my pec valley, as my pecs pushed out to the size of king sized pillows. And I loved the feeling of my head growing further away from the ground as my height only increased. My shoes started to split as my socks strained to contain my elongating feet. My biceps passed the size of bowling balls! I could feel the ridges of my traps growing up at an angle towards my head, only stretching my shirt further. It was at this point I felt the largest yank of them pull against my bulging arms. It threw me off balance, snapping me out of the temporary trance I was in.
“Tim!” Kyle yelled. I saw his face flood with relief as he realized I was back with him. I shook my head, clearing it as I took full notice of my size. I was massive. I must be over 500 pounds and 7 ½ feet tall! And Kyle..he must’ve been 450 pounds and 7 feet tall. Small tears lined my entire outfit as I heard them slowly spreading. My eyes then followed his body down, widening as I saw his obscene bulge tearing through his shorts everywhere as well.
“Tim! We need to go!” Kyle screamed.
“Y-you’re right,” I replied. I noticed that my voice was considerably deeper, easily rivaling a bass in choir. We started walking forward, my rigid shaft now so large I could bend my head down and lick it if I wanted to. I can’t, I thought. I need…to keep myself…under control. I felt its weight bobbing in front of me as pre leaked off of it like a fountain, puddling around my feet as I walked. The sheer weight of my balls kept pulling my shorts down, making it nearly impossible to contain them. I swear I could physically hear my cum factories sloshing, producing more as a quickening rate. I stretched my shirt as tight as it would go, placing my impossibly erect cock underneath it. My hope was that it would help me keep my hands off of it. It stayed pinned against my body, jumping with anticipation with each step. It looked like I stuffed a telephone pole between my shirt and my body. It was just a tad above my pec valley now, beginning to slowly get closer to being level with my nipples. Pre practically dumped off of it, instantly soaking through my shirt and flowing down my rippling frame.
We made it to the upper edge of the crater, our lumbering forms having difficulty getting over the lip as our muscles rubbed against each other in a way no human has ever experienced. As we swiftly walked to the car, I could feel disappointment forming in the back of my mind that I couldn’t stay longer. That I couldn’t have the most mind-bending orgasm. That I couldn’t keep growing, and bury myself in the dirt as the electrifying feeling spread more and more. I forced the thought out of my head. If we wanted to stop this before we became too large, we were starting to run out of time.
We made it to the car, nearly an entire foot larger in size than when we had left, but with a bunch more mass. Getting into the car wasn’t just difficult, it was nearly impossible. I pushed the seat back as far as I could, leaning it back as well. Even so, it was quite the effort! If I was driving, it would have been impossible with how thick I had become. Fortunately, Kyle was a bit smaller than me, so he was still able to fit. For now. The seats creaked as we both squeezed into the car, the tires’ suspension audibly groaning with the added weight. The steering wheel was nearly smothered by Kyle’s pecs as his bulge hung nearly down to his knees, flooding off the front of his seat. His hair brushed the ceiling as his thick arms rested on the steering wheel.
I watched as the rest of glorious biceps burst through the sleeves. I felt my cock jump, pinned against my pecs. I could feel more tears forming across the clothes on my body. We are still growing. Even sitting, I had to lean my head forward to be able to fit in the car.
“What do we do now?” I asked Kyle. He looked up at me, thinking methodically.
“I think we need to go to a doctor. Maybe they could figure out what’s going on. Or at least find someone who does. Clearly going to the site of the place that grew us was a bad idea. It’s time we reach out for help.” It was the best lead we had. I nodded, as the car kicked into drive and we sped off down the road once again.
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